It's been a hard hard year, pushing shit up hill
But shit happens all the time and I guess it always will
Now the days are getting long, Summer's on it's way
And I can't wait for Christmas time, beacuse the day after is Boxing Day
CHORUS
And You'll know where to find me, ten rows back at the M.C.G
Right behind the bowler's arm
So leave your worries at the farm don't fret about the rain